N ONE POLICE STATE (NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK) – FEBRUARY, THE YEAR 2076
OVER THE GLOBAL RADIO FREQUENCIES
“THIS JUST IN “
“THE POLICE STATE OF N ONE HAS BEEN STRUCK DOWN, AND OVERWHELMED WITH SOME 80,000 MUTANTS”
“SOME 15,000 OCCUPANTS SCATTERED, AND SLAIN IN THEIR HOMES”
“THIS BRINGS ARE KNOWN POPULATION DOWN FROM APPROXIMATELY 200K, TO ROUGHLY 185K”
“A 7.5% DECREASE IN TOTAL UNMUTATED HUMAN POPULATION”
“WHY WEREN’T THE INHABITANTS NOTIFIED EARLIER? ONLY TIME WILL TELL”
“AMONGST THE MANY SLAIN, WAS HIGH SENATOR RICHARDS… OUR FREE WORLD’S PRIMARY LEADER, AND VOICE OF HOPE”
“AS CAPTAIN RAF MULIAN DOES HIS BEST TO GATHER WHAT IS LEFT OF THE N ONE MARINE FORCES, AND MOVE SOUTH TO THE V ONE (VIRGINIA) OUTPOST, ONE CAN ONLY ASK ONE THING…”
“WHERE IS “THE MIND””
NORTHWEST TERRITORIES, CANADA
The Mind and his Crew arrive in a small outpost, and approach the Entry Gates.
A beaten up soldier approaches the vehicle, and The Mind Pops out of the top.
“Afternoon Sir… May we enter your Outpost, we just need a day or so’s rest, we won’t trouble you none” says The Mind.
“Alright… Move in” the soldier waves em on as the Gate Opens.
The Mind parks the Vehicle, and all get out and go their own way within the meager Outpost.
Save Farahi and Jarod who go to get some food and a resting spot together.
Meanwhile The Mind, who barely ever sleeps, meanders his way over to the “Saloon” Area so to speak… To see what kind of “Half Grade” Alcoholic Muck he can get his mitts on.
As he approaches the make shift bar, he holds two fingers up to the Bartender.
“Two of Your Worst Kind Sir…” The Mind states.
He then takes one of the drinks and holds it up to the Bartender “Salud”, then turns and faces the rather scarce and glum looking group.
As he downs his two drinks very quickly, his mind starts to relax its otherwise many filters, and thus he starts to pick up on some bits and pieces of thoughts from the surrounding folk.
“We’re Doomed… We’re Doomed I say” says one.
“We Might as well Bury Ourselves in the Sand and Wait for it to all end now” says another.
The Mind doesn’t really give it much “Mind”, so to speak, as he’s been exposed towards much reoccurring, and frequent despair and misery since he first arrived in “This Time”.
One might say it’s kind of “The Theme” of the Land and World at hand.
But then he heard something, that did not sit well…
“Poor High Senator Richard’s… He was a Fool, but he was “Our Fool”” an Old Lady Muttered in her mind as she walked by The Mind”
Without Thinking, The Mind suddenly grabbed her collar with both hands, his eyes crazed and wide.
“WHAT!!! WHAT DO YOU MEAN??!!” he frantically yelled in her face.
With this The Bartender was up over the Bar, and pinned The Mind on the Ground.
“I Don’t Know Who You Are Buddy! But At Outpost 124, We Respect The Elderly!” he snapped at him.
“OFF HIM! NOW!!” suddenly Nick and Sprig had appeared, and fully armed the stand at the entrance of the “Saloon”.
With this the Bartender stands, and puts his hands behind his head.
“Your Friend Started it Friends… He done jump this poor old Lady”.
The Mind then jumped to his feet “Is it True??!! Is High Senator Richards Really Dead??!!” The Mind asked frantically.
“Haven’t you heard the Reports Buddy… N One is Gone… Toast… Some 15,000 Non-Mutants slayed by an 80,000 Mutant Onslaught… They never saw it coming” The Bartender explains.
With this The Mind motions for Nick and Sprig to lower their weapons.
The Mind then steps up to the Bar “In that case…” and turns to face the room “DRINKS FOR EVERYONE!! WE MAY NOT HAVE MUCH TIME LEFT!!” he announces, as he tosses some credits on the bar, and the Bartender hops over the Bar, and starts pouring drinks for everyone.
TO BE CONTINUED…
The Mind Chronicles – Season 2 – Volume One – Feed Thy Enemies
The Mind Chronicles – Season 2 – Volume Two – The 4th Breed
The Mind Chronicles – Season 2 – Volume Three – Exile (Part 1)
The Mind Chronicles – Season 2 – Volume Four – Exile (Part 2)
The Mind Chronicles – Season 2 – Volume Five – Mutant Siege